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Fire in our hearts - Jesus Army

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FIRE IN OUR HEARTS<br />

COMMUNICATE!<br />

us. Isaiah had once m<strong>our</strong>ned that Jerusalem had ‘none to guide<br />

her’ among ‘all the sons she bore’ (Is 51:18). Zion’s sons were<br />

meant to cherish her, ‘take her by the hand’ and lead her on.<br />

Ours first needed w<strong>in</strong>n<strong>in</strong>g, heal<strong>in</strong>g, and giv<strong>in</strong>g opportunity to<br />

express their creative energy.<br />

Nathan and Phil soon had the gather<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> stitches with<br />

their memories, cand<strong>our</strong> and funny remarks. Dur<strong>in</strong>g that<br />

memorable even<strong>in</strong>g mums and dads faced their failures and<br />

triumphs as forgiveness, hum<strong>our</strong> and hope flowed between<br />

the generations. When Nathan and Phil sat down they were<br />

clearly rebels. But, strangely and mov<strong>in</strong>gly, the impression<br />

that l<strong>in</strong>gered was of their love for the church — and her Lord.<br />

Nathan cont<strong>in</strong>ued to struggle. His ambitions were set on music<br />

and he’d started to play for a local band. At this po<strong>in</strong>t Jez<br />

came <strong>in</strong>to the story. Jez had heard about one of ‘Zion’s kids’<br />

who had a talent for keyboard, was on the way out, and wanted<br />

advice on the music scene.<br />

Rufus set up a meet<strong>in</strong>g for them at Sheepfold where they<br />

could make some sounds together. The two musicians gelled<br />

from the word go. Soon Rufus had an <strong>in</strong>spiration. He’d been<br />

wonder<strong>in</strong>g how to capture the energy and mysticism of creation<br />

<strong>in</strong> music. Maybe... Yes. He shot off and came back with a<br />

copy of The Magician’s Nephew by C.S. Lewis.<br />

Nathan and Jez were still jamm<strong>in</strong>g as the December sun<br />

sank low over the hills and the little studio began to fill with<br />

atmosphere. Rufus began to read aloud and Nathan’s keyboard<br />

followed with moody, mysterious sounds. The guitar<br />

sang and soared. Caught up <strong>in</strong> the imagery of the moment,<br />

Rufus began to weep. They’d hit on someth<strong>in</strong>g deep.<br />

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